No, this isn't another post about water play, though it certainly could be- those guys are out of control on their "making soup" bender. It's an epiphany, or rather a constant warm understanding, of how thankful and joyful I feel that my children have one another. But I don't just mean that they have a sibling, I mean that they have the gift of time to spend with their sibling. I'm so thankful for the moments when their worlds meet and they come together. I'm thankful for their shared giggles and conspiracies. For their teamwork and planning. That they share their lives together. That they have this brief time when they're so little, before life with school and activities gets so hectic, that they can spend their time joyfully playing together.
I had big plans today to go somewhere "big"- the zoo, a museum, somewhere ambitious. Then the kids started playing outside. They started in with the soup, which evolved into cleaning the ground. They rode their bikes and cars around, and generally just whooped it up. A thought kept nagging at me, "but we're missing the ______!" Then, thankfully, I realized we were missing nothing. We had everything that really mattered right here, in the laughs and fleeting moments shared between a brother and sister.
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